Madison — I dreamed you were in Argentina. Returned for some reason I can’t recall, undoubtedly not related to me or us. But in my mind, it was an opening. This, despite a complete lack of overtures. You, stil...
San francisco — On Saturday nights, when the day’s sunshine is giving way to darkening skies, and the not so distant foghorns scout the incoming marine layer before it reaches us inland, the streets feel like a hushe...
San francisco — It was our first Mother’s Day together. And yet our respective mothers were thousands of miles away. But it wasn’t sad. It’s hard to explain. I wasn’t glad we were alone, but tucked into this hidden ...
Fingernails scratching at the hull [Found Article]
The Accidental Expert
Some facts about our shared obsolescence
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By April I knew the year was over
I dreamed you were in Argentina
Comfort of the Back Corner
Of all the names whispered in the presence of ghosts, “Susan” is by far the most popular.
Mother's Day
They've hotpatched the parallel cracks in my street from decades-old streetcar tracks. I may be the last person to notice.